Six

I was flipping through the channels on the TV, trying to find something to watch, when Blair rolled over on the couch.

I turned to look at her and smiled at how peaceful she looked. But then, I realized that her face had twisted in pain. She was having a nightmare.

I stood up from my spot on the floor and covered her with the blanket again. "She must've kicked it off in her sleep…" I whispered to myself. Then, I went to the kitchen, wet a hand towel, and gently placed it on her forehead as a cold compress.

After that, I was back to flipping through channels, again, until I found some nineties cartoons.

I was halfway through one of them when my head started hurting. My vision was getting blurry, it felt like my brain was full of TV static, and my ears were ringing.

I shut my eyes, and when I opened them, again, there was the witch, standing over me.

And boy, did she look pissed.

"I thought I told you to stay away from my daughter. What is she doing here?" She yelled. "I-I have no idea. I didn't invite her over, I promise. I made myself some cocoa and when I turned around, there she was." I explained.

The witch's mood didn't improve. If anything, it got worse…way worse.

"I'm going to tell you this one last time. Stay away from my daughter." And with that, she vanished, and I blacked out.

I opened my eyes slowly, and at first all I saw was darkness. I was about to panic, thinking I'd gone blind. Then, I realized there was something covering my eyes.

I pulled the blanket off of my face and found myself in my bed with and icepack on my pillow, behind my head.

"How the heck did I end up here?" I grumbled as I rubbed my eyes. "Don't sit up too fast, you hit your head pretty hard." Allen whispered. "You saw?" I asked. "No, I heard your head hit the ground. It was quite a smack, too." He answered. "Blair dragged you up here and put you in bed, then went back for the icepack." My eyes widened.

"She's that strong?" I asked, bolting upright. That was a huge mistake. My head started hurting, again, and my vision went all static. I shut my eyes tight and when I opened them, again, my vision was normal.

"I told you not to sit up too fast, dummy. And, yeah, apparently she is that strong. She's back on the couch, according to dad. She doesn't seem to want to go home." Alan sighed.

I stood up, slowly, and went back downstairs. Blair was lying on the couch with a cup of tea and watching TV. I sat back down on the floor.

"So, did I wake you up?" I asked, staring at my feet. She nodded. "Sorry," I whispered. She sat down next to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay, really, it is. Don't be sorry for getting hurt. It wasn't your fault." She whispered.

My heart skipped a beat. "H-how do you know that?" I asked, looking her in the eye. She sighed. "My mom does this thing where she intimidates any guy I take interest in. It's super annoying." My eyes widened. "So, you know, then?" I asked. "Do I know that my mom is a witch? Yeah, I do. I'm not, though. I got the recessive "human" gene." She answered.

My heart was beating so loud I could hear it in my ears. She knew? She knew what her mom was doing, and yet, she kept getting involved with me? Was she nuts? Did she know I was a wolf too?

I coughed. "So, uh, why don't you want to go home?" I asked. "If I go home, my mom will want to invite Grey over for tea so she can talk about marriage with him and how she wants me to marry a 'respectable boy' instead of…" She cut herself off. "Never mind that last part. Just…just forget I said anything. Can I just stay here, for a while?" She asked.

I sighed. I couldn't let her stay. I'd end up getting killed. But if I put her out, I'd end up getting killed.

Either way was a bad situation to be in.

If I was going to die, I should at least die happy, right?

"Yeah, you can stay, here, for a while. You can sleep in my room, I'll take the couch." I said. She smiled and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, so much, Aidan. You saved my life." She whispered.

My ears and face burned from the kiss, and my heart was racing.

She'd kissed me, she'd really kissed me.

I couldn't help but wonder why she would ask to stay in the same house as me, the wolf that she always had dreams about, the beast that terrified her so much, she went on and on about it, while we were just hanging out.

I can't tell her, I thought, if I told her, she'd never speak to me, again.